im exhausted by my own self-consumption
im tired of being consumed by my lonesome pities and unfulfilled desires
i want to be consumed by starving ospreys after their long migration north in the burgeoning spring
i want to be consumed by the sun so that its thousand beams pierce me blind
i want to be consumed by a lustful lover with a penchant for my taste
i want to be consumed by echoing mountains that scrape the sky
i want to be consumed by the sickly song of a siren, succumbing to the sea
i want to be consumed by an endless kaleidoscope of colors— a dizzying spectrum of thousands of textures and patterns and shapes
i want to be consumed by the silence of an empty plain
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im exhausted by my own self-consumption
im tired of being consumed by my lonesome pities and unfulfilled desires
i want to be consumed by starving ospreys after their long migration north in the burgeoning spring
i want to be consumed by the sun so that its thousand beams pierce me blind
i want to be consumed by a lustful lover with a penchant for my taste
i want to be consumed by echoing mountains that scrape the sky
i want to be consumed by the sickly song of a siren, succumbing to the sea
i want to be consumed by an endless kaleidoscope of colors— a dizzying spectrum of thousands of textures and patterns and shapes
i want to be consumed by the silence of an empty plain
......